"¿Cómo estás?"..."Bien, Bien."....."¿Seguro?"

Another day has past and a new one begins. So quickly these events happen nowadays. I haven't even had a coffee yet, so excuse me while I get one.

Man, this coffee is good. Thank you for waiting. Now, where was I? Oh Yeah!

My mind is full of pretty much everything this morning. It's only a matter of sorting, prioritizing, and implementing or discarding each individual thought. "This gonna take some fucking work!"

I had an opportunity to chat with an old friend this past Sunday and he has crossed my mind several times since. His name is Jesse and I have known him for a couple of decades now through work. I hadn't had a chance to really visit with him for about five years now, which was the last time we worked together. He is Hispanic. I remember his youthful vigor but this past Sunday really caused me concern. His English had always been very good but he seemed to be having difficulty with it the other day, like he was in the process of learning it as a new imigrant. He looked much older than I had ever seen him. He had lost weight but he told me he had gained a lot back since he had started working again. He was caught up in the economic crisis everyone else had and was out of work for a year. He told me he didn't eat as much as he was accustomed to during that time. But his weight wasn't what concerned me. It was his inability to speak his second language. I asked him if he was ill but he dodged that bullet quit well. He is a very proud and honorable man so I expected as much out of him. He is a very dear friend and I can only hope he is ok, and only getting older like I am. Or just maybe, maybe, his English has never been that good outside the workplace.